I know I'm not a writer. Far from it. But when I gave birth to my second son, the one we call little brother, I knew I needed to document things a little better. That was the beginning of my push to start the blog. Moving to Moraine, uprooting and changing our lifestyle, all of these things contributed to my desire to record some of the things D and I were thinking and feeling at a pivotal point in our - and our kids' - lives.
Having said that, I need to update on the amazing little creature that is little brother. He is 7 months young now. My. . . how those months have flown.
You are 7 months now. You're growing so fast. I am so in love with you. We all are.
Your smell is so familiar to me. It's sweet and warm and all your own. I wonder if this smell will stay with you as you grow. I wonder if it is a smell that your children will come to know you by, as you hold them close the way I do, admiring their smells this very same way.
Like it is written.
You grow so fast, you stretch out like an unfurling fern. You find your voice and you laugh out loud. It is sweeter than anything I've ever heard. You have a wildness that society and time has tamed in me. It's beautiful. I'm always yearning to get back some of that wildness. Through you, I will relive all the feelings I thought I lost with the passing of childhood. I will feel every bliss and broken heart with you.
Every day with you is a gift. Watching you grow and become who you will be has been a tremendous blessing. Every meal you eat, every nap you take, every new exploration or discovery is the sweetest. Thank you for choosing me to be your mom.
I like you, I love you, I will always protect you.